I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1873: You Ara an Anomaly!

"If what you say is true, then why haven’t they crushed the other universe and won the war?" Hye countered. He couldn’t wrap his head around her logic. To him, power meant exertion. If they were so supreme, the conflict should have ended aeons ago.

Olana shook her head, realising he had misinterpreted her point yet again. "I wasn’t defending their point of view," she corrected him sharply. "I was stating their view of the world as they see it—and to be frank, it is a view they have held for a very long time."

"Hmm. Interesting." Hye leaned back, trying to reconcile this new information with his previous fears. He found it difficult to believe that the descendants of the Big Three treated their glory as if it were a granted right of heaven, an inherent part of the universe rather than something to be maintained.

Yet, as he recalled his impressions after meeting with Moth, Olana’s words began to carry more weight.

If the descendants of the mightiest race in the universe were truly as capable and driven as he had feared, they wouldn’t have been so quick to ally themselves with him—a nobody from a nameless, weak race like humanity. Their eagerness to join forces with an "anomaly" betrayed their own internal stagnation.

He looked at Olana, seeing her not just as a source of data, but as someone who saw the rot beneath the golden surface of the galaxy.

"Then what do you believe in?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. "If you don’t believe in their supremacy, what is the truth of this universe?"

"I believe that no matter how immense and mighty you might become, there are always far scarier monsters lurking deeper in the jungle," Olana said, her voice dropping an octave.

She paused for a moment, her eyes glazing over as if she were recalling a specific, haunting memory from her past. "Even the strongest dragon in the world won’t be safe for long if he stops sharpening his claws."

"I like that view," Hye replied, nodding slowly. He understood the metaphor perfectly; it mirrored his own survival instincts. "I feel the same. I appeared out of nowhere, a variable no one accounted for. I know that I can easily secure a permanent spot for myself, my kingdom, and my race—provided I have enough time to grow."

"I know you can," Olana said, turning to look at Hye with a strange, unreadable expression. It was a look of both admiration and caution. "Yet you must realise you are considered... An anomaly. You are a once-in-a-lifetime existence, Hye. I truly doubt someone with your specific drive and circumstances has ever appeared in this universe before."

Hye let out a short, self-deprecating laugh. "Don’t exaggerate. I’m sure all of the old monsters who established the Big Three races and the grand empires were just like me. Some were likely even better—more ruthless, more capable."

"They were just lucky," Olana countered with a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "They appeared in a time and an age entirely different from the one we live in today. When they rose, the universe was still very young. There wasn’t much competition to begin with. They didn’t have to fight through layers of established bureaucracy and ancient hegemonies."

Hye understood what she was trying to convey. In the early days, there were no "Big Three" races or sprawling galactic empires to gatekeep progress.

He suspected that the early stages of those now-legendary empires didn’t possess even one-hundredth of the might and influence they wielded today.

In that era, opportunities were everywhere; the universe was a wide-open frontier waiting for any sufficiently driven power to rise and dominate. It was an atmosphere that actively encouraged the birth of new powers.

Today, however, the galaxy was a stagnant pond. The giants took up all the space, and their very shadows prevented anything new from catching the light.

"This time and age encourages the fall of any new power before it can even take root," Hye sighed.

Olana didn’t need to follow his exact line of thought to grasp his meaning. She leaned against the console, the red dots of the map reflecting in her eyes.

"If you want, you can still compete over a few of these newly emerged worlds. It would allow you to get a taste of the current power struggle without overcommitting."

"No," Hye said, his voice decisive. He didn’t even have to deliberate. "I have no interest in half-measures. Either I go and compete to control all of them, or I don’t go at all."

Olana shrugged, though she seemed impressed by his conviction. "It’s your choice, of course. Yet, you should know that many of the forces competing this time around are quite weak, to be frank. At least, they are weak compared to the strength you currently command."

"Taking one or five worlds won’t make a difference for me in the long run," Hye said.

He knew that if he had been presented with this chance a year ago, he wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. He would have jumped at the opportunity to expand his footprint. But he had grown significantly past that point. He was no longer a scavenger looking for scraps; he was a sovereign.

He looked at the data scrolling beside the map. He had a rapidly growing territory that was already beginning to resemble a fledgling empire.

Once the preparations he had set in motion were complete, his power base would be undeniable. Acquiring a handful of disconnected worlds wouldn’t move the needle enough to justify the distraction.

If he had more time, he certainly would have taken part. He could see the appeal of spending months jumping from one hot zone to another, outmanoeuvring rivals and seizing territory. But his real intention differed from the standard expansionist goals of the existing kingdoms.

He wasn’t after the physical planets themselves. He was after the resources that actually mattered: the races, their unique talents, their specialised technologies, and their populations.